Kokoro has worked something out: her new master is definitely a masochist. So the masochist maid is retiring. — I spent my life being looked down on and used by women, and I finally clawed my way up to affording a maid of my own. An old friend had an accident, and the maid who worked for him came to me instead: obedient, does whatever she's told, a proper masochist maid. This has to be a reward from god. I planned to take out everything I'd swallowed over the years on her. That was the plan, and something is off. When I ask for a massage, or have her wash me, she keeps going after my nipples. It's humiliating how sensitive I am — I make noises. And she looks like she's enjoying it. Then that night she came to my bedroom. “Master, Kokoro has retired from being a masochist maid.” “I will remain entirely devoted to you, of course.” “Which is why I've decided to bring out your masochistic side.” “Now get that filthy little cock out.” Wait, that's not the arrangement. There was no time to argue before she started working me over: nipple torture, edging, face-sitting, insults whispered in my ear. She drained me and used me over and over. And it felt incredible. I ended up begging for it. Hang on — who's serving whom here? “You're making such a lovely face, Master. Oh, it's gone hard again.”